You interrogated my Intellect, warped
Imagination with tail spin as warning.
Dislodged Dreams from throat
after knee slap arguement~
truce triumphed, slept in my bed
however I adored the attention.
Sweet nothings soured- balls thrown
at circus clown in Cover Girl glam
yet we retired as Bonnie and Clyde
behind bars built, our Sing Sing~
on swing we pushed, pulled, raked
each others nerves, negotiated
in back seat surrounded by windows
misted from moments both bared
ourselves beautiful.
I rode your hobby horse home,
hat on head backwards
with my panties planted from mouth
into your jeans cotton corral
nestled beside a breathtaking wad
of used gum.
We were doomed to fail by default
but bore marks from the I.V. drip
shared during Fidelity's euthanasia.
If Hate had a voice, it would be a
hermit and have jaws wired shut.
Matters of the Heart made no room
for false gods to twist our tongues
tightly stupid into pretzels~
hurtful rants rolled vintage years
back into delicate sockets.
Thoughts thrashed, became enemy
to our conscious state still we steered
Destiny as drivers
with Armageddon wrapped
like noose~
arm in arm.
Gold trophy winner
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